𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.

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welcome to 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: a place where everyday is christmas and unhappiness is against the law!

independent and mutuals only roleplaying blog for 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐗 from 𝘕𝘰𝘴4𝘢2. treated as an original character post canon. my version of millie is a messy mix of book, some show aspects, and a lot of headcanons. lovingly spoiled by cori / cori c. 30+ years old / pst / she | they. minors and non-roleplay related blogs are hard blocked on sight.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄! there will be a lot of heavy and triggering topics associated with this character and written about on this blog. despite millie having the appearance of a child in canon, i play her post canon after she's gotten much older. millie's default verse has her at around 19 years old. things to be on the look out for are: violence against children, mild body horror, toxic co-dependency, the desire to never grow up, murder, gore, and other similar targets. christmas is also a heavy backdrop and theme surrounding this character. if you have a difficult time with topics involving christmas, it's advisable not to interact with this character as this is something that i cannot alter or leave out.

navigation: carrd | memes | opens | pinterest credits: @calisources ( psd ) / myself ( gifs, promo ) blog roll: @coristories / @hidesinhiswork / @devilswcrk / @thebrattriumphs / @fourrules / @theartistseye / @ashcstoashes / @littlegirllcst closely associated with: @wraith-of-christmas-future / more in the future!

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i logged in here just to say that @lollymiah is a thief who stole my work. make sure you have them blocked before they steal your stuff as well.

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i'm not 𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃. i 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 was.

minors and non-roleplay related blogs are hard blocked on sight.

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this is my life and my path. not my mom's. not my dad's. M I N E.

an independent and selective 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊, based off of my own ideas and interpretations and inspired by the 𝐌𝐂𝐔. please read over the rules and information before interacting / making assumptions about my version of morgan. carrd and verses are under construction. written by cori / cori c. ( 30+ years old, she / they ). minors and non-roleplay blogs are blocked on sight! ( psd credit )

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REMINDER:

as it's stated on BOTH my pinned AND my self promo, if you are NOT a ROLEPLAY RELATED BLOG you will be HARD BLOCKED ON SIGHT if you follow or interact with my things in any way, shape, or form. that is not for YOU. it's for fellow roleplayers who want to connect. if you are a not a roleplay blog, DO. NOT. INTERACT. it's called a BOUNDARY and you're an asshole if you ignore it.

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@wraith-of-christmas-future asked:

Daunting pause manifested abruptly, succumbing discernment plastered his countenance. Hues ascended with an apology confiscated behind them. " I suppose I'm old fashioned. " He practically admitted in defeat. Twined barely with lilted humor to soften the blow.

Her eyebrows lifted in incredulity at her father's words, a sound that resembled a laugh leaving her lips. "You suppose that you're old fashioned?" Millie shook her head, strands of bleached blonde hair briefly falling across her brow with the movement. She was torn between laughing in true amusement and screaming in frustration at his inability to catch up with the times or get used to the fact that she had ( mostly ) caught up.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing down that feeling in her chest that she didn't want to put a name to, before speaking. "Look, dad, I really do love you. Despite all of your failings and the fact that you're so old fashioned, I love you so much and I've missed you. But you really gotta learn how to take a step back and take a deep breath and then just let me do my own thing. I'll always be the little girl who came up with stories of Christmasland with you and who spent hours playing pretend with you."

Millie reached over, a hand gently squeezing his arm. "But whether we like it or not, I was left alone and I had to adapt. I had no choice. Now that you're back, it's your turn to try and adapt. I'm not asking you to change who you are. I'm asking you to not try and change who I am."

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endless edits of millie ( and occasionally charlie ). mutuals only can interact. do not reblog!!!

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@deetz asked: do you think the dead come back and watch the living?

silence reigned as she turned the question over in her mind, dark eyes distant as she pondered. she lifted her cigarette to her lips, inhaling deeply for a moment before tilting her head upwards and exhaling a plumb of smoke into the hot summer air. a tactic that millie often used to stall when faced with a question that she didn't have an immediate answer for. her mind flashed to the visions of the little dark haired boy that often visited her in her dreams and who watched over her when she was high, his own amber eyes the exact shade and shape of her own.

finally, she was able to find the words and speak around the lump trying to form in her throat. "i'd like to think that they do. it's a comforting thought, isn't it? just imagining the ones that you love that have died, watching you from behind the veil or on some screen in the afterlife or whatever name you wanna give it."

there was another pause as she took a final pull of her cigarette, exhaling once more before tossing the remnants to the asphalt below and crushing it beneath her boot. "although, i try not to dwell too much on the question of if they're proud or ashamed of what i've become."

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how do i stop the GUILT?

independent and mutuals only 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐗 from 𝘯𝘰𝘴4𝘢2. headcanon driven with au aspects. written by cori / cori c. minors and non-roleplay blogs do not interact!

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" This ! " He broke into sharply inhaling , lodging the rest of those words with an hesitant dip into disbelief amidst the cage of his throat. The hitch emitted sound from tiers contending taught, hissing, whilst thinning deposits of restraint became corrosive across features. Brows furrowed whilst hues once bound onto obsidian wrath dimmed then flexed suddenly with forlorn. Enkindling softer traces of this man he once was. She broke his exterior with ease. Honey dew pools widened from parallels she had currently thwarted him over. Exposing the wrought which now gouged at him. One fissure beneath the surface of his mask often worn as relief to an otherwise meek man. The role he was to play. The monstrous husk they all pinned to his name. Shattered.

Electrifying currents steered by this emotional excretion rode out on a violent gesture at first driven out from in front of him ; wildly whipping an arm around him in a sweeping notion toward their current bearings. Metaphorically insinuating in a wave that all that surrounded them currently, was not meant to be. That they were deemable to their physical properties as coupled to the ones he regretted. The chain of events which led to their current predicament. To some it would have been dubbed normal routine, to grow up. .. but to Charlie ? It severed the magic, corrupted the stage. Stripped his little girl from him. He could not see the irony in that. At least, not willingly. Holding denial in a vice like grip. The cruel irony which nipped now at his heels harshly, demanding responsibility.

" -- wasn't supposed to happen. " Shaped under vitriol at first, hard pressed but crumbling, before completely caving into the turbulence just beneath his instructed surface. Emotions tangled and knotted. Causing his entire demeanor to pose rigid, his expression to fluctuate behind a solid mask now scrambling to make do with the splinters. [ Sorry for the mouthful over an ask. o.o ]

Her folded arms rest against her chest, dark eyes staring up at her father with a look of teenaged defiance mixed with deep hurt. It was the sort of expression that made her look simultaneously like the teenager that she appeared to be and like the ninety year plus old that she truly was. Her teeth clench together, her jaw visibly tightening, as she tries to swallow past the thick lump forming in her throat. For a second, she visibly flinched at his words, drawing back the smallest of steps as she struggled to take in a deep breath. The pain felt like a knife pushing deep within her chest, puncturing her already injured and barely patched heart. She blinked rapidly as tears formed and threatened to spill, her bottom lip quivering briefly.

Suddenly, anger pushed past the pain and caused her back to straighten once more. Millie stepped forward, closing the gap between herself and Charlie. Years of anger over their final days came boiling to the surface and lips parted from once sharp teeth in a snarl. Her breathing was shaky as she pressed a finger into the elder’s chest, a sharp nail meant to drive her point home. “This happened because of you,” came the snarl. “All of this,” she mimicked his motion, sweeping the hand that had briefly poked his chest. “-happened because someone else’s child was more important to you than your own.”

The pointed nail returned to poke him in the chest, punctuating her words. “If you had left that McQueen bitch alone, Christmasland would still be here. The kids would still be together and not thrown into a brutal system which has destroyed so many of them and I would still be that little girl that you claim to love so much. But no, you had to go and let your pride destroy everything that we spent years building together. You refused to listen to me, refused to stay with me even when I begged you. You refused to go away with me when I asked.”

The words poured out of her, draining from her like a poison from a wound that never healed. Millie’s breathing was shakier and her slender form was trembling, but she never once broke eye contact with her father. “If you had listened to me, I would have never had to feel you die.” She stopped, allowing her words to hover in the air between them and for the meaning to really sink into his mind.

Suddenly, the anger began to crumble and her bottom lip began to tremble. The tears spilled from her eyes, soaking her cheeks as her hand dropped and her shoulders slumped. “Do you know what it was like to feel you die? To physically feel that bond sever? To witness your last moments and feel your final heartbeat? Do you even care?”

Millie took a small step back, eye contact never wavering even as her bottom lip quivered and the tears fell. “Don’t you still love me, daddy? I’m still Millie. I’m just…I’m older. But I’m still Millie. Can’t you…can’t you love me? Or do you only love that idealized version of that little girl that I used to be?” She stared up at him, the anger gone, the remnants of the child she'd once been still within her. Begging him to love her, despite the changes. The unspoken words hung in the air: Please, daddy. Please tell me you love me.

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if you didn't know, i also write vic. i'm going to be making her active again as well. i've already posted some shiny new gif sets. check vic out over on @thebrattriumphs

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PROMPTS FROM HITCHCOCK FILMS, PART I *  assorted dialogue from movies directed by alfred hitchcock

you'll never get rid of me again.

are you coming to my party tomorrow?

you know what i was just thinking?

i'm asking you to marry me.

why are they doing this?

i loathe you. you have no manners. you're arrogant and conceited.

i've been calling all morning.

i've been thinking of nothing else since it happened.

let me remind you that even the most unworthy of us has a right to life and the pursuit of happiness.

doesn't this make you feel awful?

we are protected by the enormity of your stupidity, for a time.

i may be old-fashioned, but i thought murder was against the law.

don't worry. i'm not going to shoot you.

i think you're the cause of all of this. i think you're evil.

remember, you will only have time for just one shot.

i still think it would be wonderful to have a man love you so much he'd kill for you.

i want you to get rid of all these things.

if that happened, we wouldn't stand a chance!

now why would you want to go and do that for?

will you come in, please? i wish to talk to you.

this is a very strange love affair.

you had no trouble, of course, with the police once they verified your alibi?

it was just an accident.

i do hope you've forgotten about that silly little plan of yours.

i certainly admire people who do things.

my theory is that everyone is a potential murderer.

come see my painting.

it doesn't hurt to be kind.

when's the wedding?

happiness is something i know nothing about.

how did you get him to do it?

say it again. it keeps me awake.

why do you hate me? what have i done to you that you should ever hate me so?

why didn't you call the police?

hell, maybe we're all getting a little carried away with this.

i think it would be a wonderful idea!

i love you more than anything in the world.

i don't want to know! i don't want to know!

would you please get out of here and leave me alone?

i don't think you know what you want.

there are moments in life when we all need a little help.

there i go again. too friendly. it always happens - i meet somebody who i like and admire and i open my mouth too much.

don't ever leave me.

it's the end of the world.

i want to go through life jumping into fountains naked.

a man doesn't tell a woman what to do. she tells herself.

look, i'll make it easy for you.

this chicken took longer than i expected.

an old friend is never an extra guest.

do you think the dead come back and watch the living?

i've opened a window for you. a little air will do you good.

you've nothing to live for really, have you?

i can't forget what it's done to you.

no one will know.

don't you trust me?

are we about to have our monthly fight?

what about the letter you wrote me? is that a lie, too?

i told you what happened.

would you mind waiting?

in case you're interested, i was pushed into that fountain.

i'd like to see you.

what's the matter? is something wrong out here?

we're fighting a war.

i wish i were a stronger person.

i'd love to be able to sleep.

close that door, quickly.

i suppose i'm old fashioned.

i think we're in trouble.

you like me, huh?

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Babe look how sharp my knives are (flirting)

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“Time heals […] and sometimes it doesn’t.”

— Jonathan Baumbach, from You: Or the Invention of Memory (Rager Media, 2007)

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give this a LIKE if you want a starter of varying lengths from millie. i want to get her up and going. it'll take place in one of her default verses, so she'll be an adult.